Destined To Die
How can I love; someone I don’t know;
someone; I’ve never seen;
could I be a complete stranger’s beau;
such is an impossible dream.
Pictures say; what we want them to say;
and words; do the same;
love is the game; that some people play;
some women know no shame.
All tend to hear; what we want to hear;
true love requires only truth;
now I’m old; and need love to be near;
mere words offer no proof.
It’s said; the meek will inherit the earth;
but the earth is merely a place;
most of us meek; undervalue our worth;
longing to see love in your face.
I’ve only a home; mortgaged to the hilt;
I am neither rich; nor handsome;
love is the flower; that shall never wilt;
love is worth a king’s ransom.
No love is ever found in desperation;
it can’t become bought or sold;
love is life’s grandest remuneration;
more precious than silver or gold.
You cannot love; one you’ve not seen;
for love is seen through the eye;
nor love; one with whom you’ve not been;
such love is destined to die.
Monty 10.27.25. # 3,034